Polonius: My lord, I will use them according to their desert.
Hamlet: God’s bodkin, man, much better…use every man after his desert, and who’d escape whipping? Use them after your own honor and dignity. (bold mine).
Where I draw and paint and write poems and essays. And collect texts from my reading, like a crow collects tinfoil.
Polonius: My lord, I will use them according to their desert.
Hamlet: God’s bodkin, man, much better…use every man after his desert, and who’d escape whipping? Use them after your own honor and dignity. (bold mine).